'They told me, there is no Santa'

'They told me, there is no Santa'       timothy r gates, 12/25/2014



They told me,
when I was nine,
"Timmy, sorry, there is no
Santa."
But I knew better,
we had French toast together.
An infant's bunting,
leprosy knew a friend,
a king's throne
his mother's lap.
shepherds and magi
didn't meet in linear space,
though their stars did align,
opening the eastern gate.
They told me,
when I was a boy,
"Tim, one day you'll understand."
Family, Temples, Business
tempt with single-eyed deference,
"Where your heart is,
there will your treasure
be also."
Left out in the cold,
not wanting to offend,
a sweet kiss cuts through it -
we may not eat French toast,
but bread and wine will do just fine.